“Oh, yeah. Fuck.” Archer’s strangled whisper as he struggles to remain quiet only encourages me to make him completely lose it.
I withdraw, and he makes a noise that sounds a lot like a whimper. Heat fires through me, and I can’t even help myself when I look down at my cock slipping into his ass. “Fuck, Arch. Can’t believe I’m fucking you.” The synapses in my brain aren’t firing properly, and I’m caught up in the sizzle rushing through my veins. It makes me thrust into him hard enough that he grunts and grabs a tighter hold of the machine his body is curled around.
“Harder,” he gasps. “Need you to fuckhimout of there.”
My mind struggles to understand what he just said. “What?”
He tenses for a moment. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.” It’s most definitely something. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Give me more. I need more.”
Tightening my jaw, and trying not to blow my load too soon, I grip his hips with both hands, yanking him back onto my cock with each thrust. I give him what he asked for, going harder and deeper until my vision clouds, and I only see him. I only hear him, the wild slapping of our bodies coming together, and the movement of the washing machine as I pummel into him, scooting it backward with each satisfying, mind-melting stroke.
I can’t help myself; I mold my body to his, slowing my pace because there’s no way I’m lasting longer.
He pants, “Fuck. You’re in me so deep.”
I don’t withdraw, merely hold myself there and undulate my hips against his ass cheeks. Kissing his shoulder, I discover I like the saltiness of the sweat on his skin and the way I can feel his every labored breath as I hold him like this. Reaching in front of him, I grasp his dick and slowly stroke him. “You’re gonna come for me, Arch, with my cock in your ass. You wanna come right now, don’t you?”
He nods feverishly, one ragged breath after another tearing from his throat. “Y-yes.” Archer turns his head, and I grasp the back of his neck, angling him to me. Our mouths crash together, all naked desire and heat. Breathing hard, I nip at his lip, and I see it, the exact moment he loses his fight to hold on. His eyes practically roll back in his head. “Kingston,” he grunts, “fuuuck.” Pure bliss washes over his features, making them immediately go slack.
I growl, unable to hold off, and bare my teeth for an instant, then bite down on the soft tissue between Archer’s neck and shoulder. The force of the orgasm ripping down my spine makes me gasp and relax my hold on him as cum spurts out of my cock and into his ass. My heart slams around in my chest, and in this state of ecstasy, I fight to remember where we are, what day it is, and even my goddamn name.
I don’t want to move, don’t want this moment to end. And in the quiet dark of the laundry room, the machine continues on as if we weren’t just humping against it two minutes ago.
“I didn’t know,” I grit out as my softening dick slips out of Archer’s body.
“What?” Archer raises a brow at me, like he’s confused, while I grab a towel to clean up.
I hand him a washcloth from the top of the pile I folded earlier before I continue. My voice gruff, I finally force my thoughts out. “Didn’t know that it would be like that.” I close my eyes for a moment as I struggle to put my thoughts into words. “To be with you. You’re pulling feelings from me I didn’t know were there.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I need you in a way I need no one else. And this. Us. We were close before.” I wet my lips, tapping my chest with my hand. “You’ve always had this place in my heart. My friend.” My heart gives a lurch as I spill. “But this thing between us now, it’s amplifying everything.”
Archer’s lips curve into a slow smile. “Are ya catching feelings, K?”
I nod. “I think I might be. And I need to know what you think of that. Because—”
His grin grows wider if that’s possible. “Elliot. You love her.”
The realization smacks me in the face. “I might. I don’t know. But I know I need her.” My eyes flick to his. “And with everything that we now know, that makes this entire thing infinitely more complicated. And I’m still—” My jaw twitches, and I huff out a breath. “I’m still upset about it.”
“We’ll figure it out. Speaking of, I came looking for you for a reason, which wasn’t a booty call, believe it or not, but I liked that, too.”
I give a half-hearted smirk. “Shut up, Arch.”
He draws in a deep breath, going serious on me again. “I didn’t figure you should be alone. That’s all. And you know I’ve always got you.”
* * *
As we approachthe doors to our bedrooms, we can hear snoring coming from Cannon’s room, which is good news for sure because he fuckin’ needs his sleep, but then there’s also some noise coming from Elliot’s, like she’s still up. The creaking sounds of floorboards could only really be coming from someone traversing the hardwood floor.
My heart tugs at the idea she’s in there by herself, unable to sleep, and I freeze in place, my eyes glued to her door.
“K, I don’t think it’s going to help any of us to try to hash things out with her right now. You’re all twisted up in your head, wanting her, but pissy that she hasn’t been forthcoming with us and wondering how the fuck she could think we had anything to do with whatever happened with Will. It’s late, and we should include Cannon in any conversation we have with her about all this. But you and I, we can talk some more. There’s still plenty to unpack and think about.”
